This meant I had to maneuver around Bureaucratic Black Belts (BBBs) and move people off assumptions that they were willing to fight (me) for. All very congenial, but intense nevertheless.
It also meant that I had to find ways to help people see a better way, be confident while also being honest about the uncertainties, and remain steadfast and open-minded.
Talk about paradox. Can I also say once again how exhausted I was?
Two themes I find about change: there can be no progress without paradox, and leading change is often exhausting. Not always. But often.
On Friday afternoon a good friend was kind enough to listen to me talk about what had happened, and ask good questions to help me clarify the best next steps. She also said, “You know, being a rebel is a lot like what Terry Pearce said in his book Leading Out Loud.”
“There are many people who think they want to be matadors, only to find themselves in the ring with two thousand pounds of bull bearing down on them, and then discover that what they really wanted was to wear tight pants and hear the crowd roar.”
Real rebels are not afraid stay in the ring.
Many of us also take long naps on the weekend.